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Small Beginnings (Chapter 15)
Ann recovered slowly. Her bruises had turned from red, to purple to that
ugly green and yellow she knew looked horrible but was a sign that they
were going away. Her jaw was still wired shut. She was getting
thoroughly sick of soup. Her arm was also in a cast, but they could do
nothing about her ribs. Every so often she'd take too deep a breath, her
ribs would suddenly hurt and she'd erupt into a coughing fit that caused
even more pain. But she had to keep upright and moving if she lay still
for too long there was a chance she'd develop pneumonia from the rib
injury.
She spent her days watching TV, at this point she'd watched every season
of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel, and was now about to start
watching them again. Her mind was very active despite her physical
limitations. She desperately wanted something to quiet the turmoil she
couldn't express to Jack. Buffy was a perfect remedy, a strong and brave
heroine kicking the ass of demons. Ann's reflected that her own demons
were all too real.
Caroline had been coming to the house to help with the kids. She'd
managed to take time off from her job. She'd been a godsend, except that
Ann's mother usually tagged along. Laura Bailey had been a genuine help
around the house, but she'd also been a constant irritant worse than the
fucking itch under her cast she could not scratch. She rolled her eyes
at Ann's pink tank top and purple leggings the first visit. She
whispered to Caroline about Ann's hair when she thought she was out of
earshot. She'd use male pronouns about Ann and claim she "forgot".
Usually Laura just called her "Honey, Sweetie, or Darling" like when she
was a kid. Occasionally she'd slip and use Ann's original male name as
well. All in all, Ann could tell she was uncomfortable with the way her
"son" now presented himself to the world. Ann would ignore her, and
allowed Caroline to get upset.
Ann was lying in Jack's chair. She'd not dressed that morning she rarely
did. Occasionally, she wondered if that was because she was healing or
just depressed. She was wearing a long cotton nightgown. It had thin
spaghetti straps and a scoop neckline showing some cleavage, she'd not
bothered to tuck since she wasn't going to be in public. Ann's mother
walked in as she watched the famous silent episode of Buffy, so her sigh
upon seeing Ann sounded like she was in a stage play. Ann had had
enough. Quietly, though the clenched teeth of her wired jaw she asked,
"What do you want mother?"
"Me? Not a thing, dear," Laura protested innocently.
Ann rolled her eyes."Do you join Caroline in coming here, just to
criticize me?" she asked not really knowing if she wanted the answer. "Do
you have some vain hope I'm going to be your baby boy again?"
Laura steeled herself and unloaded. "I want you to see that this..."
She motioned from Ann's hair to her nightgown, to her painted toes with a
flourish. "This is wrong! And you being beaten was a direct result of
your..." She fumbled for a word in her anger.
Caroline came in. "Mom..." she said trying to defuse the situation, Ann
cut her off.
"No, let her speak. I want to hear how this is all my fault," Ann
started. "I want to hear how I brought this on myself."
"Well, didn't you?" came Laura's reply.
Caroline went scarlet. "MOTHER! That's the most hateful thing..."
Ann raised her good hand to calm her sister. Quietly, she began with a
question, "Mother, when Sioban, your brother's daughter, was date raped
in college, did you blame her? Did you blame HER for what she was
wearing? Did you blame her for going to a fraternity party...For getting
drunk? Did she deserve it? No, you didn't." Laura opened her mouth to
speak but Ann waved her off again. "What is so embarrassing about living
as a woman? Do you hate it? Why is it what I can't enjoy it? What is so
embarrassing about me? That's really what this is all about though isn't
it? I embarrass you. The ladies at church judge you because of me? I
have chosen this life it how I feel inside, and I can't help that. I
have someone who loves me for me. There are two little one that look up
to me, why can't you be happy for me?" The questions came with a
weariness that was much louder than the volume of her voice.
Laura sat looking at Ann. She started to speak, and stopped several
times. She slumped a bit as the anger left her. "I see, my little boy
when I look at you," she started almost in a whisper. "I see skinned
knees from climbing trees and running after your brothers." She wiped
away a tear. "I see that little boy in Tommy and Alex. I see the family
you should have fathered when I look at them. I want you back... and what
ought to have been."
"But I do have those things."
"No!" Laura said emphatically. "Not like this. Not as a drag
queen...giving yourself to a...man." She ran out of words. She stiffed
and gulped for air. "I don't think God made a mistake in making you a
boy."
Ann listened patiently, glanced over at Caroline who seethed. "I don't
think God made a mistake either, Mother," Ann began. "I don't know why
he made me this way. But I know he made me to live, and to love. I
can't help who I love. I can't help liking the things you and Caroline
like. And I love Jack, and I love those boys. I feel right in how I
live. It makes me comfortable and happy." Ann sighed. "So if God
didn't make a mistake, and I know in my heart I'm not making a mistake,
then the only mistake is you and Dad not accepting it." Ann leaned back
and closed her eyes exhausted from the emotional effort. Caroline
covered her mouth in shock, pride and awe of her big sister.
"I'm going to marry Jack, Mom," Ann said without looking up. "I'll send
you an invitation....All of you. If you show up, then I know I have a
family, if you don't, I'll know I don't." She struggled to her feet,
"Now, I'm going to take a nap." She patted Caroline on the shoulder as
she passed. Caroline glared at her mother though eyes welled with tears.
Ann lay in bed. She listened to the sound of traffic on the street. It
was late evening; she must have slept longer than she'd anticipated. A
soft rap came on the bedroom door. "Come in," she cried as best she
could. Jack stuck his head in.
"I brought some soup," he said with a hopeful lilt to his voice. It was
too dark in the room for him to see Ann's grimace.
"Great," she answered with all the enthusiasm of a death row convict.
"Love me some soup?" she said under her breath.
Jack sat on the bed next to her and put the soup down. He patted her
thigh and kissed her softly on the lips. It was a welcome gesture. Ann
cooed. It was just about all she could do in her condition. "I heard
about today," Jack stated. "Your mother won't be coming around anymore.
She did say you gave her a lot to think about," Jack said, "that's
hopeful." He concluded with his hand drifting to Ann's crotch. Ann
gently brushed him aside.
"Not yet," she said, smiling at his gesture.
Jack nodded. "What did you say to her?" he asked undaunted by her
rebuff.
"Only what needed to be said."
Jack nodded again. "Can I help you with your dinner?"
"I'm not a little girl," Ann protested.
"You never were." Jack grinned in a way that made her laugh which she
immediately regretted.
"Ouch." She looked up at him. "You got me there," she croaked.
"Besides I like helping you, Baby. I want to help you. Please let me."
She relented. Jack fed her as he talked about his day.
Looking into his eyes, Ann pleaded, "Jack, are you sure you want to marry
me?"
"Yes, I'm sure sweetheart," he replied softly. "When you are well again,
you will be the most beautiful bride, and I will be the luckiest man in
the world."
Ann smiled, she felt herself turn a corner. Tomorrow she'd begin
planning and Caroline would be here to help.
Ann met Katrina in the parking lot. "I'm so nervous." Katrina confessed.
"You are so much more practiced than I am at this." She leaned in and
kissed Ann on the cheek, and they embraced.
"You'll be fine mom," Ann reassured, and squeezed her hand. Ann knew
that is was Katrina chose to be part -time. She rarely ventured out
dressed, now Ann had asked her to the bridal boutique for her opinion, as
her true mother. She also wanted to treat her to a mother of the bride
gown, that she knew Katrina would never have gotten for herself. "Come
inside, I'd like you to meet some people."
Ann's sister was there, as well as Dacia, and Cricket. Ann didn't have
many female friends besides she wanted to keep the wedding party small.
Introductions were made, and Dacia offered Katrina some white wine. "Oh
goodness no." Katrina demurred. "But if there is some vodka around." She
grinned. "I'm kidding, I am so nervous, some tea is really all I need."
The ladies sat and discussed what would look best for Ann and her
preferences. With the consultant, they looked over the gowns Ann had
identified online. The consultant went to gather a few selects she
though fit Ann's ideas while Ann slipped her clothes off down to her slip
in the changing room.
Ann tried on the first dress. She'd never worn anything like it. It was
heavy, it was tight around her waist and pressed her breasts up in
amazing cleavage. She'd never worn a wedding gown before and this was
simply incredible. She was getting excited but she tried to think of
other things. Tentatively she stepped out to show Katrina and the
others. She was terrified of tripping and making a fool of herself. Her
excitement made her feel like a fraud in front of the sales consultant.
So many conflicting emotions.
She stepped out and Katrina smiled. Gently Ann stepped up on the
platform and they all admired the dress. "How do you feel?" Caroline
asked.
"Like a damn fool," Ann confessed. She noted the frown on the
consultant's face. "Not about the dress, it's gorgeous. It's about me."
The consultant nodded her understanding. "A lot of girls feel a little
silly at first honey. Tell me what you think and be honest."
Ann went into what she didn't like about the gown and gingerly stepped
down.
Forty-five minutes later and three dresses in, Ann came out and Katrina
gasped, causing Dacia and Cricket to turn and look and Caroline to look
up. Caroline began to cry. Ann smiled, gone were the clumsy and out of
place feelings. Ann practically glided into the room. The dress was
white with lace straps. It had a silver belt around her waist. The
bodice was covered in lace brocade. Below the belt the skirts were silk
covered in sheer chiffon. This was the one.
Jeannie
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